In happy days
your friendship
your laughter and love
soothe my soul to the point
where I am full, I am satisfied
with who I am, with what you make
me feel like – ‘your princess, your queen’

In darkness
you pick me up
you brush your hands
over my frail and dead body
and you take me, lie me down
again and again you pick me up
you don’t tire out or complain about
my brokenness. I am your queen always

and you, my husband,
you are my
King

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